I dreamt of him and for the first time in awhile I slept throughout the night. Maybe I liked the comfort of being with him. A dream or not, we were together and I guess I didn’t want to let go.
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i dreamt of you
in that blue
with your hairs still
love which could kill
i felt you
dancing and twirling
pulling and hurling
my heart to the floor
and then i awoke
to a blur of you
your voice
your smirk
rugged hands
a final dance
for a fine man
who i can’t seem to have
who i don’t truly want
and even though i can’t have you
don’t want you
it was nice to see you
it was nice to love you -
No poetry.
Just thankful.
Thank you. -
he sat
by the sea of life
where the world turned
at the tip of his fingers
but in a world where
they would never meet
where two would pass
yet never greethopeless
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a thousand and one
i sit along
your gated fence
holding my hand
wondering where you went
how things could transcend
without a tone
words
a sentence
we take simple
for granted
little things
with fading light
and when it changes to night
we become lost
twirling for nonsense
becoming who we lost
loving ourselves
with every cost
and obsessing
over a love
lostafter the ghost
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I believe for the first time in my life I feel the feeling of not understanding and it’s not scary, it’s terrifying.
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he’s soft
simple
elegant
lovely
quite a divine
gentlemanhis zodiac spoke kind
but deep down he was crafted of fire
and he would die in your desire
to understand rhymes, rhythms
how they alignedhe would walk
in his own narcissism
the simplicity of an ego
cries of night and a devotion
teased with vodkahe could steal and drift
he could love without loving
his heart seemed right
but his eyes were rough
and his love was never yours
and his touch was never kind -
How I’d love for a human to let me forget the feeling of touch. How words slip from my tongue and how necks taste under the stars when lights glare and the city is no more.
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we went rounds
screaming about
how you turn
evolve
from
and into
we were simple
a slight otherworldly
with christmas before
and a new year after
but metaphors speak evil
lovely couldn’t
and eyes mixed with ice
we sat frozen
between vowels
between i
between o
between u
money isn’t everything
but for some people
it seems to be everythingmoney hungry
words by dominic riccitello
